The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife
Chapter 24
The First Kiss
She examined the bite mark he had left on her neck in the mirror, there was a bruise where his teeth had closed on her, but the skin had only broken at two points where the sharp canines had pierced through. She touched it thoughtfully. She had seen scars like this on other werewolves, both male and female, but most often on the females. Mated pairs often marked each other with their bite, deliberately sinking all the teeth in to cause a scar as unique as a fingerprint.
Baron had reacted on instinct, during the passion of their f–king, she acknowledged. She was his wife legally, and he was a possessive man, even if it was just a marriage of convenience. She suspected, however, from his behaviour, from the bite that was only just restrained from being a full claiming mark, that Baron did not intend to divorce her, that he liked having an omega Corbyn available to f–k at his pleasure.
Which was going to anger Angelique and make Jane the subject of her vitriolic hatred.
She sighed heavily and wore a full t-shirt to hide the mark rather than a singlet–style running top.
She ran to the café, and paused at the solid door, framed by foul stinking garbage bins, and hesitated before knocking. It seemed forever before the door swung open. A whip thin man in a frilled apron and pink singlet, his blond hair pink tipped, looked down at her and raised his eyebrows.
“Well, well,” he commented. “Not what I expected, but it is interesting,” he caught her by the elbow and before she had the chance to reconsider, hauled her into the warmth of the kitchen. “This is Jane,” he announced whilst wrapping an apron around Jane‘s waist with astonishing deft efficiency. “Patrick‘s latest stray. Oh, don‘t be insulted, darling,” he whirled Jane so that she found herself before a sink full of soapy water and
a pile of dishes. “We‘re all his strays.” That was her introduction to the kitchen and its crew, she found out. There were seven staff, all up, four, like herself, came and went, and did the low–skill work of washing and wiping surfaces, but the other three, which included the pink haired James, were skilled, bakers and chefs, who prepped and cooked in preparation for the day ahead, with the transient help providing grunt labor of washing and peeling.
The conversation was sociable, light, and harmless. At the end of four hours, she was set free with another wad of notes, and air kisses. She ran back to the house, bewildered but light–hearted and added the new collection of notes to the growing pile inside a hollowed–out book before returning to the course work on her laptop.
that buying was out of the question. The best she could hope for, she realised, was a room sharing a house with others. The bond for an
her eyes water. It would take days to earn the same amount at the café. She took the dresses out of closet one by one and photographed them on
but his wife, because he wanted the entry to the Corbyn pack. It was only fair, she thought, that she use his credit card to buy clothing, that she would wear, then sell, in order to fund her future, free of him and the pack It wasn’t like her modest spending would even register, she told herself as she drove to the nearest designer store, when Angelique went
store, she began to drape random selections over her
attentively. “Can I start a change room
told her. “A big one, if you can. I need…
walked out in the black lace dress with its sheer panels, enjoying the swish of the skirts around her ankles and waited whilst the clerks piled the back seat
handful of bags. As Heathridge opened the front door for her, she paused. “There‘s a lot more in the car,” she told him. “If
am glad to see that you
had been made with the intention to sell them as soon as she had worn them. Or before, if the opportunity
against the handrail of the banister as Heathridge summoned the servants to empty the car, the procession of
Baron‘s eyes lifted to where she leaned against the handrail, and she met his eyes, before turning and
hangers and space created by the sale of her other clothing, when Baron came
glad to see that you went out today, Jane,” he murmured into her ear, his hands cupping her breasts through the dress. “And I like this
moment he inclined towards her as if to kiss her, but she opened the top button of his fly and sat onto the edge of the bed, pulling his
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